- Trippie Redd ARMAGEDDON 歌詞
- Rob49 Trippie Redd
- [Intro: Rob49]
Ha (Let me in)
Look (Yeah)
Yeah (Uh)
[Chorus: Rob49]
Yeah, hundred round drum on me ( Im shy, oh my God)
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Yeah, hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me, yeah
[Verse 1: Rob49]
Hundred round drum on me, brand new blick on me, brand new switch on me
Soon as I up, I blow, soon as I blow, he bleed, yeah
Hangin with killers, hangin with all of the real ones and duckin the fake
Tell him to mind his business, I done seen niggas who talkin get shot in the face, yeah
Thats why Im keepin my K, yeah, thats why Im havin my way, yeah
Im bout to send that text, yeah, make a nigga pull up, spray, yeah
No, I aint playin at all, shit, nigga cant run no game, huh
Oh, he want smoke with us, yeah? Make a nigga face card famous
They know I keep my racks on me, they know I keep my MAC on me
Niggas done made me mad, brother, Im tryin not to go crash on em
They know well tweak out, do shit worser than that last nigga
In a Demon, ridin with some steppers, Ima spend that bag on em
[Chorus: Rob49 & Trippie Redd]
Yeah, hundred round drum on me (Im shy, oh my God)
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum onme
Yeah, hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me (Hey)
Hundred round drum on me (Yeah), yeah
[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
I keep that blick on me (Blick)
I keep that trip on me
Bentley got heated seats
Play with the gang, he deceased
Murder an opp like I murder a goddamn beat
****in that bitch and Im keepin it P and Im keepin it G in the streets
Im not no puttin not no dot on no mother ****in barrel, lil bitch, Im a mother****in beast
Shorty come over the crib, she swallowin dick, she ****in up all of the sheets
Alright, Im * ***in up all of that money, Im ****in and gettin her geeked (Ew)
I aint never pressed bout none of these bitches, I ****ed that ho last week
That little bitch was an animal, ate like a cannibal, crushed that lil bitch like a Danimal
Walked in this bitch and Im fresh like a cantaloupe
Dope in the closet and racks in the envelope
Dont get to talking , this shit can get physical
Pull up big body, that bitch lookin mystical
We sent some shots through your grandmammy living room
Now he not talking, he turned to a vegetable
We with the business , we send em a message
Man, who the **** is these **** niggas testing?
[Chorus: Rob49]
Yeah, hundred round drum on me (Im shy , oh my God)
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Yeah, hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me, yeah
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